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There Really is a Popeye

It was one of those incredible fall days that stays with you long after all the colors are gone. The crunch of the leaves, a craving for apples and Carmex lip balm are my cues that a change of seasons has arrived. The trees reflected the color of the sun and...

How to Eat a Morning Bun

It’s Sunday and we didn’t go to church today. Dad came down with pneumonia but he’s pushing through. He said, “I told the Lord He could take me but I’d really appreciate a little more time because I have more stories to tell!” I...

A Needle in the Camp Randall Haystack

Okay—stop everything. There were six members in the Wenzler family. We’ve only talked about five. When did number six come long? Well, not too long after we moved in at the farm. Here are the details as I recall them: Mom was pregnant with baby number four and went to...

The Church in a Hill

If you know my dad like Harriet McKinney did, then you know that one of his first questions to you will probably be, “Do you have a church?” Is it ironic that Dad designed a lot of churches? I have to wonder if he was driven simply because he wanted to make sure there...

Making a Home in NYC

I didn’t actually own a home until I was 48 years old. I was in my second marriage–a second chance. Dad was helping my husband Todd and I move and he asked me to count how many times I had changed residence since I left home for NYC in 1978 with all of my...

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